John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued) |
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| Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. |
| On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic. |
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| Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,—air, earth, and skies! There ’s not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man’s unconquerable mind. 1 |
| To Toussaint L’Ouverture. |
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| One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother’s grave. |
| A Poet’s Epitaph. Stanza 5. |
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| He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. |
| A Poet’s Epitaph. Stanza 10. |
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| And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. |
| A Poet’s Epitaph. Stanza 11. |
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| The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. |
| A Poet’s Epitaph. Stanza 13. |
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| Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound. |
| Matthew. |
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| My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. |
| The Fountain. |
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| A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. |
| The Fountain. |
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| And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. |
| The Fountain. |
| Note 1. See Gray, Quotation 15. [back] |